Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.